There was something nothing wrong with Papyrus. Something deeply Nothing wrong.
Rating: E (for safety)
Pairing: Papyrus/Slim/Red
Warnings: This work deals with themes of self-acceptance, sadism, and masochism. It includes graphic (but consensual) acts of sexual sadism. And the inappropriate use of medical equipment. It is most certainly not a BDSM guide. Please don’t use it as such.
Read the tags on this one, guys. It’s not going to be everyone’s cup of tea.
This is for @askellie. Ellie, I hope you enjoy. I am so grateful to you for giving me the inspiration for Compound Fracture, and I hope this expresses my gratitude (and my admiration), if only a little.
Damn his sexy face, damn his
sexy body, and especially damn his goddamn sexy…
“Hey, Red,” Stretch
whispered against the side of his skull. “You sure this isn’t turning you on?”
“N-No…W-what makes…you
think that?” Red managed to get out, inwardly cursing his stammer. He wasn’t
even that turned on by what he was doing. The bet was that Stretch get him
aroused enough to beg without taking his clothes off. If he won, Stretch would
go a whole day without any clothes at all. If he lost, well…
He didn’t want to think about it.
Stretch chuckled against his neck, his breath making his
shiver. “Well, your voice is breaking for one.”
His long fingers were rubbing him in all the right places, but
outside the fabric of his clothes. One hand was against his shirt, slipping
under his jacket to press against each of his ribs, the other had been more
direct, right between his legs, rubbing through his shorts. Red had managed to
hold back his erection for the first few minutes…that was until
Stretch pressed up behind him, mouth close against his skull, and started
talking.
It…is…not!” Red bit out, swallowing down a groan as Stretch
gently massaged the lump that had formed at his groin. “Okay. So what. I’m
horny. I’m always horny. The bet wasn’t to just turn me on. You have to make me
beg. Good fucking luck.”
Stretch laughed softly again, then made a soft, breathy groan
that went straight to Red’s cock. “Okay. How about this then?”
He began to grind against him, pressing Red further against
the dinning table. Red gripped the wood, his palms sweaty as he felt his
infuriating boyfriend’s boner press against his tail
bone. The fabric of his shorts felt rough against the sensitive bone and it
wasn’t long before the area was throbbing with heat.
Fuck this guy… I won’t lose!
“Heh,” Red forced
himself to smirk. “What happens if you end up breaking first? What do I get
then?”
“Oh?” Stretch’s
voice had changed, going deeper, breathier. It made Red’s knees weak. “You can
get anything you want then…”
Red shut his eyes and said nothing, gritting his teeth
together. He wanted Stretch to keep talking. Wanted him to slip his hands under
his goddamn clothes. Wanted him to fuck him all the while talking against his
bones like that, the vibration of it running down his spine, right down to his
groin. God, it was so hot.
But he refused! He wasn’t going to lose without a fight.
“What? Cat got your
tongue?” Stretch whispered, nuzzling his cheek. “Come on, baby. I know you want
it…”
“…Goddamnit, will
you SHUT UP!!”
Fuck.
Stretch’s hips went still, but remained
press against him. Red’s entire body was like a live wire, sensitive to the
slightest stimulation. But Stretch had stopped groping him. His hands lay limp
against Red’s shirt and shorts. The still pressure was actually even worse. Red
could feel his soul throbbing in his chest, aching with need. Even now, he
refused to give in. He’d die first. Fuck this guy.
Stretch laughed once more, this time pressing his mouth
directly against his jawbone. “Oh? You want me to…shut
up?”
Red shivered and the tiniest of whines escaped through his
teeth. Stretch’s voice was pure sex and honey and god…god…god…
He could read the motherfucking weather forecast in that voice
and Red’s shorts would be a mess.
Stretch didn’t bother touching him after that.
Instead he tilted Red’s face, turning it so he could speak directly into where
his ear would have been if he had one. “Red, you’re so fucking sexy, I can’t
stand it. Just watching you, the flush in your bones, the stubbornness in your
eyes. I want to wreck you. Please, let me. Let me fuck you, baby. Just say the
word and I’ll bend you over this table and fuck you until you can’t walk
anymore.”
Red’s knees buckled and he leaned forward heavily against the
table. He’d have bent over it and press his tailbone against Stretch’s crotch,
silently asking what he refused to say, but Stretch wouldn’t let him. He held
his skull in place, panting and speaking in the roughest, deepest, sexiest
voice Red has ever heard in his life.
“Come on, baby. My
sweet, sexy Red. I’m so hard just thinking of you. I want to be inside you,
please baby, please…”
“Oh fuck, oh fuck!”
Red gasped, his resolve shattering to dust. He couldn’t control it, the words
just spilling out of his mouth. “Oh fuck, Stretch, fuck me, god please, please
fuck me, fuck…and keep talking, fuck please, keep fucking talking please!”
In which Fell teaches Sans the trick to making good meringue.
Rating: T
Warnings: brief mention of eating disorders, mild sexual humor, and brief drug mention.
This one is for @queenofbiscuits. Fresh, I can’t thank you enough for being so warm and welcoming. You’re definitely one of the reasons I didn’t simply disappear into the ether after I finished with Broken Bones. Thank you for being so encouraging and for enabling all my weird ideas. (Even if I have now inexplicably found myself with a to-write list a mile long. Thanks. Thanks for that, Fresh.) And…thank you for being a friend.
Twist likes collecting things. And people. Particularly skeletons that bear a striking resemblance to himself.
Pairing: TwistedSpicyHoneyDog
Rating: E (18+, folks)
Warning for explicit sexual content (barely more than 200 words; it’s not the focus of the work), some sexual humor, and offhand mention of sexual slavery.
Bourbon, you’re probably wondering why I’m gifting you with this. Your OT4 is ExpensiveSpicyHoneyDog. This is TwistedSpicyHoneyDog. Well, here’s the thing. Your art is what got me interested in Cash to begin with, particularly your OT4 art. Being my neurotic self, I have to develop a character’s AU and backstory before I can write for them. And, in trying to figure out who Cash is…I ended up with Twist, for better or for worse. So. The reason I have a Twistfell AU at all is because of you and because I wanted to write some ExpensiveSpicyHoneyDog.
When I say your art is inspiring, it’s because I mean it.
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this, even though it isn’t your OT4.
oh god… I just…your writing perpetualy brings me to the point of not having words to express myself with!
I just can’t say how much I love this!!! Fucking hell. all of it! LOOK AT THEM!!!! I want twelve books and two moves and a spin off sitcom. I FUCKING LOVE THIS!!! I never knew I wanted something like this an now that its here in front of me in all of its beauty and perfection I realize what I’ve been missing!!!
I absolutely adore Twist and all of his faults. Its hard not the love the big guy! Im so insanely flattered its because of my art and love for Cash and Expensivespicyhoneydog that inspired you to make him. and seeing how THIS came out of it also… oh god… I feel like such a proud godparent!!
I dont deserve a gift like this… Thank you so much for introducing us all to this beautiful world with these for very unique souls…
…I honestly feel a little silly posting the link here? Since this was the very first Twistfell thing I ever wrote? And it got posted to Tumblr a long time ago? But…I suppose if you missed it? Or if you would like to read it again now that I’m using the name ‘Twist’ instead of ‘Cash’? I don’t know. Anyway. Here. Have a chapter, since the next update to CF is going to be…delayed.
(And thank you all for your support of this ridiculous little side project.)
If anyone hasn’t read this yet, I HIGHLY recommend it! It’s seriously amazing. Kit’s Twistfell AU is awesome, and these two assholes have a great dynamic!
Happy holidays! Just a quick,short-ish Edgeberry drabble for the holidays cause i LOVE this kinda cliche xmas stuff. Terribly self indulgent, no real warnings bar it being heavily suggestive in places XD
((I tried my best with this, sorry if it isn’t quite what we talked about. I am realizing that I’m not good with Edgey-boy having feelings haha… This ended up being more flirting than angst… sorry about that! Feel free to send another request in and thank you for this one! ))
“goddammit.” The moment Stretch had gotten the call about an armed robbery committed by a monster, he had feared it would be Edge. By the time he had gotten to the scene of the crime, the assailant should have been long gone. But it was Edge and of course he wouldn’t be gone. Stretch lowered his gun, not bothering to hide his irritation, only glad that everyone but he and Edge were out of the house. So he could properly lay into him. “what the hell is wrong with you? i let you run off last time we met and you already get cau…” Edge smirked at him, leaning back against the door to the basement. “you… did this on purpose? why?”
“How the hell else am I supposed to talk to you, when you don’t answer any of my calls?”
Stretch stepped up to the other skeleton and spoke through gritted teeth, “stop calling me when my brother is home. he’ll recognize your voice from tv.”
Edge looked him over, brows knitted together. “You’re a terrible fucking cop, you know that? I told you, nothing is going to stop me.”
“nothing’ll stop you from getting caught, is that what you mean?” Stretch re-holstered his gun and rested an elbow near Edge’s head, leaning in as he glared at the pointy-teeth skeleton who wasn’t even close to being scared of him.
“Are you going to take me in, Captain? Throw me in prison so you can forget and move on with your life?” Edge bit out, his arms still crossed, even as Stretch pressed him into the door.
“is… is that why you’re doing this?”
Edge moved one of his hands to play with the badge that hung on Stretch’s chest. “Are you angry?”
The cop only pushed closer against him, something burning in his chest. “no, i… i’m not.”
Ahem. It’s been a while. Actually it’s a month and two days since I posted Part One. Ah well, better late than never, right? Here’s Part Two for Finding Honey, commissioned for the lovely @sapphire-sphinx. We finally get to the sexy bits and how we get to the events of Eating Honey. I hope you all enjoy! I don’t have a Beta, so sorry for any mistakes and errors.
After years of pushing his subjects to raise their LV, Asgore has abdicated his throne and left it to his son, Asriel. He is trying to turn things around, but even with the help of his newly appointed royal Judge, Undyne, and a mysterious talking flower that seems very…familiar…he’s fighting an uphill battle.
But never mind that. Politics are boring. You came here for skeleton shenanigans, right? I hope so. Or you’re going to be disappointed.
Alternatively: Sans is a little ball of fluff and energy, and Papyrus is on the very edge of falling to his LV. They make it work.
…so I finally decided to actually upload my Twistfell content to AO3. If you’ve already read the three stories I’ve posted for them on here, then there’s nothing new here for you. If not. Well, enjoy, I suppose.
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